Saturday night. Could be a good time in a big city. Here in Jackson in the off-season, there ain't nothing going on. I'm spending my Saturday evening in my bathrobe, drinking SoCo and watching crap TV. I could go to a movie or a bar or something, but those things cost money, which I'm trying to save, since I'm not making as much when I only work like 3 days a week. At least I have a ressession-proof job, selling alcohol. People will always buy alcohol, even if its their last dime, people gotta drink. I'd say everyday some guy will come in with a sack full of change and count out the exact penny to get him a 40 of Hurricane Malt Liquor. We're living in hard times and I can't say I blame these guys. Livin' ain't cheap. Some of you might wonder if I feel bad selling booze to the same alcoholics every day. The answer is not at all. If I didn't sell it, some other broke ass ski bum would.
Whoa...sorry to change the subject, but I just felt my intelligence step down a notch. My brain is slowly decomposing as I'm writing this from the toxic rays spewed forth from my television. My typing is slowing down...and I'm having twoble spewing sertain worDS...brain go slow...me think less...TV...funny...gggglgllllllllbbwwwaaaa...
SNARGLE!
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